After my parents got divorced I went with my mother and my brother went with my father. My mother started seeing this man who worked as a welder in a fabrication yard. One night he got angry with my mother, he grabbed me, threw me onto the bed, grabbed my shorts and tore them off. My mother was tried to stop him but he got on top of me and he screwed me. My mother made up with him, and she had sex with him even when he wanted sex in the living room.

It was several months later, he came into my room and told me to take off my pants and he got on me and had sex again. He screwed me a lot. I always liked it. He would play with my boobs, which I liked too.

After he and my mother broke up I went through a long period of depression. He was my first man and I stayed in love with him for at least ten years, I still feel his presence around me. In a way I am still in love with him, but I have been able to get together with another man, but it is not the same. I don't think it will ever be the same.